Cyclonus's teeth clench as Wing overloads under him - around him - just shy of leaving dents. He's being gentle compared to what he's used to. He thrusts sharply until Wing goes limp, his optics flickering as he drives himself toward the edge.

Then he pulls out and shoves Wing onto his back, straddling his hips. He grinds down, hissing with pleasure as his throbbing port presses against Wing, his cord still hard and straining in the air, feeling so cool after Wing's heat.